through we can't fly, we'd rather strut than die

they said to look up 

to the blue spread of the sky

to see the beauty of life

but our hearts is just

too full of thorns and dusts

that the pain makes our eyes 

blurry

unable

to discover anything good

out of living

but we're still breathing

still flowing with 

the stiff music of life

though we can't fly

we'd rather strut

than die